The Visit Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

Well I finally made it by to see you two,
Sure hope you're not too disappointed, Dad;
I'm sorry, but I've been working a lot lately,
Besides, leaving you and mom always makes me sad.

I'll take just a moment and pick up all this mess,
These weeds and dead flowers are such an awful sight;
Dad, I know that you couldn't care less,
But this kind of thing sure makes Mom uptight.

Mom, I remembered that you loved yellow roses,
So let me place these where I know you can see;
Dad don't worry, I know you prefer seashells,
Here's one that the kids found down by the sea.

There, I'm finished… I hope you two are pleased,
It's late and I should get on out of here;
I love you both, and I'll visit again soon,
About this same time next year.

© Loyd C. Taylor